Tales that never cease

I fell in love!

Deeply and madly too.

It was many moons,

Before I could finally meet her.

In my world everything was a dream,

Hearing her honey kissed voice,

Fading into the haze,

Her tearful whispers when she sorrowed.

Her melodic cackles and giggles when,

She was thrilled and mellowed.

My heart painted her pictures and I was amazed.

She was perfect! the axis that held my basis.

The blue print of my existence.

Her perfection beyond fathom.

From her essence sprung beings.

Many she nurtured but,

Her firm body put Madonna’s to shame.

 

Her selflessness left me completely baffled.

Her fertile soils gave and gave so much,

Yet she asked for nothing in return.

Like the sweets waters of Zamzam,

Her well instantly replenished to brim,

With each and every draw from her healing.

 

On days that nimbus lay so low,

Her heart grayed.

Yet when her gaze locked mine,

Tongues of flames flickered and leaped

Into life in her heart.

Her eyes mirrored her heart’s inferno.

On days such as these,

The sun mused in absolute envy of her.

In total confusion of her heart’s fast changing

Seasons.

Then she would flash her perfect pearly set

Into a smile.

Damn! the moon would swear,

“Nay! Never have I seen a curve so divine.”

Clouds of confusion, would fade into total oblivion.

Instead of spite,

The sun would borrow her shine.

 

Way before love was punned,

I loved her!

When love she spoke, damn! cupid was put to shame.

See, love was her staple and nurture her dessert.

With simply a touch all blues yellowed.

And all grays marigold.

 

My mind goes blank .

My speech totally messes up.

For not even half of what I’ve spoken measures up,

My feelings swell up,

My eyes well up,

My cheeks wet up,

Impossible to scribble,

My hands go feeble,

Emotions begin to prick like needles,

My voice trembles,

My pen freezes,

For tales of such awesomeness never ceases.

 

My emotions take control, swept into a whirlpool.

My mind on a hushed roll,

My ink won’t drip no more,

My paper won’t say no more,

Letting this pen slide off,

And this heart to take hold,

For only in its chambers is this story best told,

I stop and cry!

Behold My Mother Dear!

 

My Mother has, is and will always be my everything. I am a woman now but I still wish I’d grow up to be at least half of what she is. I might never measure up but I won’t stop trying. I live through her. I worship the ground upon which her feet walk because right there is where my paradise lies. And I’ll forever be thankful that no matter what that this will always be the love I’ll ever have incomparable to none.